girls on film

Yesterday, I ran across this post while perusing Feministing.

It's an eloquent testimony to things distant and surreal, that can affect us deeply.
Grainy cellphone footage of a Kurdish woman being stoned to death in Iraq or a security tape of a young womans' abduction in some random Target parking lot. How these images form a sort of gender-based collective memory, a subconscious mantra that becomes difficult to shake: "this could be you, this will be you"

I particularly like this part:

i wish that we would stop apologizing. it's not easy - we've learned to say 'i'm sorry' to try to preempt the whipping, or to lessen the lashes, or just to quiet our own minds while it's happening. we've learned that 'sorry' helps us survive. but i wish we could start fighting back, just a little, in little ways.

And as a chronic apologizer, take it as a personal challenge.

I just want to thank kate, the author of this post, obviously this really resonated with me. I only wish that I could express such things as eloquently.